A keresés eredménye

Crossing the ocean

I see the clouds pass through the window
It's the occasion to fly the nest
I already passed customs
We will be under the same sky
 
I know that they won't be my streets anymore
‘Getting used to’ becomes my best verb
Feeling that I'm playing in this new playground
 
I'm crossing the ocean
I think of what I left
We're going to try
 
I'm crossing the ocean
I think of what I left
My life is changing
 
I touch the ground and breathe again…
 
I see people pass in a hurry
I don't stop contemplating life
And I follow the direction of the birds that accompany my destiny
 
And I get lost again on the roofs
I know that, this time, I'll fly slowly
Madrid catches me
And I don't see the sea through the window
 
I'm crossing the ocean
I think of what I left
We're going to try
 
I'm crossing the ocean
I think of what I left
My life is changing
 
I touch the ground and breathe again…